Son Of The Dawn Novels & Stories

Navi, the innocent man quickly nodded in agreement. “My Son, I do understand that you’re still confused on why all of these are happening. But you might want to think fast. I still have a lot of people to tend to” he said as he laughed afterwards. He still remained silent with his usual poker face. Silence took over and the atmosphere between them was too awkward. It took him nearly a minute before he responded. “That means I’m reincarnated… right?” “Well… you could say that.” He just said “All of this can’t be happening! How did I die? How about my friends? Are they fine?” he shouted

"If he's still alive, why is he showing up now?" Stella crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe she never really died. Or maybe someone is using her name to spread fear." Altair let out a long breath, his shoulders tense. "If this is really my father's doing..." He didn't need to finish his sentence. Everyone knew what that name meant to Altair. Dawn Enzo was not the enemy. Dawn was Altair's father. And he was the one responsible for the tragedy that had befallen Altair and Stella's family in the past.

Dawn tilted her head to the side, "Daddy, please don't cut my throat!" "Shut up!" the impostor roared. "I am not your Daddy! That idiot is your real daddy. If you are going to beg anyone, tell him to leave now so you can live!" Dawn went silent for a few seconds that seemed longer than an hour. I looked up with my worry shooting to the sky. Suddenly, she resumed struggling and called out to me, "Save me, please! If you are really my daddy, save me!" My heart ached at her scream. Without thinking twice, I roared, "Guys, retreat!"

Trying to ease the tension, Andres suggested, "How about we have an artist paint a portrait of us tomorrow? Once it's done, we can take a photo with it and place it at your mother's grave to give her peace of mind." Camellia wanted to refuse, but Andres was insistent, so she reluctantly agreed. The next morning at ten, the artist he had arranged for arrived. "Nice to meet you, Cam. I'm Valentina Dawson, Andres'… junior." Seeing Valentina, Andres' face betrayed a flicker of unease. Clearly, she was not the artist he had called. "Mr. Wilson had something come up, so I'm filling in for him," Valentina explained, her gaze sweeping over Camellia with a faint, inscrutable smile.

Soren's voice, deep and resonant like the rumble of thunder over distant hills, cut through the whispers, commanding silence. "Brothers and sisters of the Dawn Pack," Soren began, his words carrying on the breeze, laced with the weight of tradition. "We gather tonight under the moon's benevolent gaze, in this sacred glade where our ancestors first howled their oaths. The Emberfall Woods have witnessed our triumphs and our sorrows, and now, they bear witness to a new dawn. Alya Dawn, daughter of the flame, step forward and embrace the mantle that destiny has woven for you."

From the group stepped a boy of age seven, with black jet hair as the boy walked towards Vera, Ava watched as the tension lessening from her and Kaila, and it was now between Kaila and Vera, Their silent competition wasn't today, it had span for a long time now, "Isn't he the young lordling of the Nightfall pack, will you thief a whole child and claim him as your own now?" Kaila said with a mocking tone, she didn't believe Vera would be this childish to use another Alpha's son as a leverage to be in this gathering. “This,” Vera said, her voice rich with pride, “is Alpha Cahir’s son, Dawn Cole of the DarkSword Pack. He is the ruler of the Nightfall Pack—a vassal of the DarkSword Pack.”

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath

He snarled as Blaze left to call my mansion' burner phone. Father always called her his little Hera only when he is scared and tensed. Hera was the name of my mother, Hera Bathory. He loved her so much and for some reasons, he felt Dawn was her last golden, most precious gift from her. Dawn was a complete replica of my mother and that was why he so much loved her and wanted to give her, everything she ever needed. And within half an hour the perimeter had been covered with triple dozens of vampires. And an additional dozen patrolled the Trenton's bar. The bar got messed up completely as they stormed in to get Dawn out of the bar.

Blood dripped onto the asphalt, but the stubborn young man ignored the pain, his face pale from pain, and sweat plastered his raven hair to his face. The barricade was high, but with a burst of strength, Dawn hauled himself upwards just as he felt someone tugging at his clothes. He had no idea why Ricardo wouldn’t shoot him again to nail him down, but it had to be his lucky night. Even if he died, he aspired to be the biggest pain in Ricardo’s neck. His father often told him he resembled his dead mother, and nobody could change his mind when he was set on something. Kicking the traitor, Dawn pulled himself over the railing and fell headfirst into the dark waters below. From his angle, he cou

S h e -b e s t o w e d- h i m- w i t h- a -g l a r e- a n d- h e- c h u c k l e d -a s- h e- s e n t -t h e i r -p l a t e s- t o- t h e- k i t c h e n . After doing the dishes and arranging them, he returned to find her yawning even as she held Dawn in their arms. He stood there some distance away and watched them, his chest constricting. This could've been an everyday thing had he not messed up so badly years ago. He only moved when Gypsy noticed him staring. “Dawn.” He breathed the name of their daughter as he looked at Gypsy's face. “You gave her a beautiful name.” The meaning of the name wasn't lost on him. She'd obviously viewed their daughter as a new beginning following all the pain